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Cannon’s Shining
I was an artsy kid growing up. With clay, scissors, or glue I could have busied myself until judgment day. The walls of my bedroom were covered with sketches and…
Read NowMy Grandfather Knew Why We Run from the Dark
I always admired my grandfather’s courage. He had fought in the war on what we nowadays think of as the wrong side, but he had never been a believer in…
Read NowThe Man in the Snow
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your…
Read NowStomping Grounds
No one knew the secret spot where we as children played at night. The ashen moon, our only light, would greet us painted on the pond. The placid water, cool…
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Acts of Vengeance
The bell above the door rang noisily as I entered the bookshop. My hopes of just browsing through the books without attracting the attention of a well-intentioned but usually annoying…
Read NowDon’t Go Into the Basement
You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started. It was right after moving to the new house. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young.…
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Why I’ll Never Work Security At Disney World Again
I work in security at Disney World, the happiest place on Earth. Typically, I wouldn’t say where I work as obviously there are some pretty strict rules about things employees…
Read NowForeverness
Eliza was in her bed upstairs. Mother cleaned her up. She made her look very pretty. Like sheʼs sleeping. I donʼt know why we didnʼt expect this to happen. Not…
Read NowSomething Was Off About My Freshman Roommate – Part Two
If you haven’t read the first part of this story, please click here to be brought up to speed on when I first started to notice something was off about…
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The Ant Hill Kids
People don’t die cleanly. It’s messy, miserable work. Everyone fights back, regardless of age or gender. It’s an animalistic instinct driven by the bolts of adrenaline rushing through their brain.…
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Family Roots
Grandpa Cobalt hated letting things go. Whether it was the wobbly chair he kept in his study or his favorite warped record he fed to the gramophone—looping the same groove…
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The Suicide Note that wasn’t
I took a deep breath to stop the slight shaking in my hand, whispering my affirmation on the exhale, “I’m ready for this, I’m ready,” before sliding the blue-lined notebook…
Read NowA Parent’s Love
We were all there that day. The day they released him. Me and Kent, Bonnie and Simon, Nora and Anthony, Dustin and Patrick, and Darlene. We didn’t bring the kids.…
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Raymond’s Will
Hello. My name is Raymond Daws. This recording should be considered my last will and testament. It is intended for whomever takes possession of this house at 12874 N. Pryor…
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The Land Where Nothing Grows
I grew up on a small-town ranch in the Midwest region of the United States, on land that had been passed down in my family for several generations. It can…
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The Reaper’s Scythe
There is no fear as potent as the fear of the unknown. No monstrous visage discovered yet has been as terrifying as the infinite potential for horror which exists before…
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Ties That Bind
People kept going missing from my town over the last couple of years. Their mangled remains were all that were ever found of them (if anything was found at all),…
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